Pandemic has been a trauma every one faced in their lives, some had to succumb to life whereas some had to face the livelihood problem itself. The political class generated many promises and expectations. The ghettoized narrative has remained a perennial problem. Instead of facing the real situation, some preferred to choose their own understanding based on political allegiance. Shared aspirations of making the nation a great nation is tormented by necked inhumanness among many. Everyone rushed to save their own close and dear one. Pandemic was a trauma of facing the danger of extinction, wiping out the population, inflicting the value judgments based on the mythic rather than on the danger of extinction. Photographs are evidence of records of the traumatic recent past and they often unfold the stories that are very painful and make many of our moments of life unstoppable memories of shared past. Technology became handy, some went on to shoot with a mobile camera, looking to photograph the images that will remain a part of the story. More than the personalized experience of being in the frame, it is more like carrying the frame as an archival process to ensure that memory of moment does not shade away from the haunting situation all faced during the days. Interior space became the space of congregation, confinements with our dear ones, but those who remained without shelter could never experience the interior closeness of space. Collective living, sharing the joy of food, playing together during the lockdowns and curfews, turned into the events of caged living. Confinements within the shorter spaces and those who went on moving in the open space, walking all the time with their family became an exclusive tale of their own narrative where very few dared to come to feed people and provide some means to survive on.